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The disgruntled vermin nodded half-heartedly under Bardlin's stern glare. "Arroite," came the muttered response.

The rat scowled. "Wot's that ye say? I want a yes sir, Cap'n out o' yew pair o' spineless good-fer-nothin' so an' so's 'fore I make ye headless as well, hear!"

"Y-yes sir, Cap'n Serrano!" the pair belted out, throwing hasty salutes before scrambling to vacate the Lieutenant's blade-range and off down the trail of the escaped hares.